Warning. This story is a warning.

Soooooo, a couple nights ago my husband and I were in super silly moods. He was washing dishes and I was cooking dinner. We were messing with each other like crazy, teasing each other, just... being goofs. Well, he took a frying pan and smacked my butt with it. HARD. He didnt mean to do it so hard, but lets just say my bum is bruised and this is the best part: I woke up yesterday with some serious pain in my left hip. My bed isnt the greatest and I've been having problems with the right side of my back going out. I figured it was all part of it and just decided, "well, I'll work through this. I'll be fine in a couple hours." Well, a couple hours later, it was REALLY hurting, but I was still telling myself it was no biggie. Fast forward to 1:30 in the afternoon. I stood up to walk in the kitchen and get something and fell right over. I got up, and fell again. I called my daughter in to help me, and then when we had got me to the couch I realized I may have dislocated my hip. So, I called my husband at work. I told him "I don't need you to come home right now, but when you do get done with work today, I need you to bring me to the hospital. I'm almost positive I dislocated my hip." So, he came home, did some research on scoliosis, fibromyalgia, dislocated hips, etc. He came out of the bedroom and goes "We need to go NOW." I asked him if when we got to the hospital he could grab me a wheelchair. He was like "Well, duuuuuh." I looked at him and said "Honey, I know you. I know deep down you want to make me hobble into the ER and laugh at me the entire time." The guy could not stop laughing. We got to the hospital, and the triage nurses kept asking why I was so sure it was dislocated. I explained that I dislocate my right shoulder at least once a year, so I know what a dislocation feels like. So, they stuck us in the waiting room for an hour and a half. There was a girl vomiting on one side of us, and another guy wearing a mask and handcuffs, sitting next to a police officer. Interesting time we had in there. At one point I tried to move to get a little more comfortable and my husband and I heard an audible pop. :/ We got into a room, I got an x-ray, had to explain a few times what happened... the doctor came back in and said the x-ray was fine. It wasnt broken or dislocated, but he was pretty sure it was sprained and he had seen some inflammation, and thought I pinched a nerve. So, I'm on crutches for a few weeks. ALL because of a little frying pan. Whats the moral of this story boys and girls? Frying pans are dangerous weapons. Be careful.

It's gonna be fun hopping after the three year old on crutches lol

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